Becoming my college friend’s bridesmaid was supposed to be a good thing for our friendship, but then she showed me her true colors. I wasn’t going to take her abuse lying down, so I retaliated the best way I knew how. And let me say, she didn’t like it!
Gina and I weren’t best friends in college, but we were close enough to cry into wine and microwave ramen while complaining about professors and toxic exes.
So when she called me out of the blue one day asking if I could be her bridesmaid, I thought we were rekindling our bond, but the truth soon revealed itself. Gina was the type of friend who could dominate a group project without lifting a finger, just by raising her perfectly arched brow.
I was more the get-it-done, no-nonsense type. So, our bond was weirdly balanced, a mix of late-night laughs and unspoken competition.
After graduation, life happened, and we drifted apart.
We ended up in new cities, getting new jobs, and meeting new partners. Over time, our calls started becoming fewer. So when Gina messaged me a year ago to ask if I’d be her bridesmaid, I blinked at the screen in genuine surprise.
I called my boyfriend, Dave, seeking his wisdom.
“Gina wants me in her wedding party.”
“The same Gina who once said bridesmaids were ‘desperate pageant rejects’?”
“Yep. That one.”
“I don’t know, babe, I mean, you guys were close once, so if anything goes wrong – God forbid – you should be able to handle it,” he advised.
“Yeah, I don’t know,” I said. Still, I said yes, thinking I was being nice.
I didn’t want to be the reason Gina had to try and secure another bridesmaid because I said no without a valid reason.
That was the truth – I didn’t have a reason to disagree, just a weird feeling about all of this. Plus, I thought maybe it meant something, like that she valued me. Maybe we were reconnecting.
And besides, how often do you get asked to stand next to someone on their “most important day”?
I thought it’d be sweet. I should’ve known better.
From day one, the group chat was less “celebrate our friendship” and more “follow these exact Pinterest instructions.”
She sent spreadsheets, color codes, hair tutorials, and even lash length guidelines! No exaggeration!
It soon became clear that she didn’t want bridesmaids, she wanted props.
Then she sent me a message that changed everything in an instant. “Don’t forget,” she messaged, “everyone needs matching nude acrylics, almond shape, with a thin silver band.”
I typed slowly, “Hey Gina, I work in healthcare. I can’t do long nails.
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